This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Oxford Emory chapter.
Silky ebony threads
flow through her hands
as she runs rough fingers
down a smooth path.
Gripping the ends
at the small of her back,
she traces the patterns
then clutches the strands.
An unyielding grasp
yet formidable force,
she slips through the crevices
evading the ends.
Enshrouding darkness,
she is unbound from reality.
Freedom awaits.